I'm in the waiting room, trying to get something done while K-S is behind that door over there. Frustrating this is morning television and stupid people fumbling for their phones when they ring.

Then this really doctor comes out, wearing a blue shirt. He seems to have been saying my name for a while that I didn't hear because of the earplugs. He tells me that K-S "did great" and that he'll have results in a week. I don't know what to say. Is there a range of ability in the world of "getting doped up and then suffering doctors putting a camera on a stick down your throat?"

Later on TV, there are little girls talking to Jeff Conaway about Zac Efron. That's kind of funny.
posted by weiss @ 11:55 PM